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[C] Facing the Unreal Reality

Hungry? He was famished. He gave her a grateful smile before digging in. Fawzi would be able to tell the difference between the way he was eating now and the way he ate with her before. He was really digging into it, not really paying attention to his manners.

He nodded yes to her question, grunting out an answer as his mouth was full of food. A bit of syrup got into his chin.

The smell of bacon had pulled the woman out of her slumber, her body ached and she was still tired and covered in blood but food was more important.

Her eyes blinked open sleepily as she pulled herself up off of the couch, the blanket she had taken tied around her torso in a makeshift dress.

"Food..."

She grumbled in a zombie like drone as she sat down on top of the bench and stole a piece of bacon, stuffing it in her mouth.

Hair stuck to her cheeks, mattered and hardening from the dried blood that was streaked through it, she would have to see if she could bargain with Khaliq to get a few drops of blood, she needed to replace what she lost.

Raisa gave a snort as Fawzi snorted at her, she wasn't in the best mood, she felt like shit and just wanted something to eat, it was the worst time for the woman to get up at her for being dirty.

"What ever."

She growled softly as she hopped off the counter and padded toward the bathroom.

She didn't have the energy to fight at the moment. Instead she got into the shower and started scrubbing the blood out of her hair and off of her skin.

It wasn't until she was in the shower and cleaning her body at she noticed the reason that her arm still hurt was because it had set wrong after it broke, the bone was sharp and pressing against the muscles in her arms.

When she was finally clean and stole one of Tom's shirts and went back into the kitchen, sitting back onto the counter, her hair dripping down her clothed back.

"I need Liq, where is he?"

She murmured, looking at Fawzi grumpily, the woman was being short with her and she just could exert the effort to stand up for herself.

"You're welcome." She smiled at the woman as she padded out of the room to go terrorise her brother.

Fawzi sat down at the table again, turning her attention to Tomaso.

"Are you sure that you're all right?" Fawzi looked tired and worried. For the first time since last night, she looked tired. She was finally letting everything she was feeling show. She was worried for Tom. Sad that he was forced through this. Worried that it would change him. The poor man was someone that she liked. She didn't want anything bad to happen to him and this definitely counted at something bad.

In the other room, Khaliq grunted loudly when he was pounced on.

The Necromancer rolled over, trying to ignore the woman laying on top of him.